Alien Arms Empire

 Chapter 353 353 The box was opened

 The dark night contains many sins.

The nights in Wolf City are now very brightly decorated with lights, but after all, this is not Dragon City or Bunas, so most of the streets are still dark.

 A carriage drove slowly along the relatively clean street, and the gas lamp on the carriage gave off a drowsy light.

This kind of horse-drawn carriage is gradually being eliminated by the times, but before it was eliminated, it was still the most important means of transportation in the world.

Two horses pulled the carriage through the not-so-bright streets, and then stopped in front of an alley.

 A thin man jumped out of the carriage, twisted his neck, and then looked around with squinted eyes.

The nights here are not lively, or in other words, compared with other cities, the nights here are no different, they are all gloomy.

The nearest street lamp is dozens of meters away from here, and the fragile light it emits cannot shine at the entrance of the alley.

The man looked around, then made way for the carriage door, and another man got out.

 He also moved away from his position and looked around cautiously. He was very strong, much stronger than the thin man before.

The two men clamped the carriage on the left and right, looking professional. Then, a tall and thin man emerged from the carriage.

 The man's appearance was covered by a hood, and most of his body was covered by a black cloak.

However, when he stepped on the ground with one foot and landed with the other foot, he made a moderate impact sound.

One of this man's feet is a fake, and the iron shoe cannot replace his original leg, so he walks a little bumpy, one high and one low.

The three people did not stop and walked directly into the depths of the alley. The carriage did not stop here either, but went around in a circle and stopped next to the street lamp.

Most people will choose a bright place to wait for someone. If they deliberately choose a dark place to park, it will arouse the suspicion of the patrol police. So the driver of the carriage skillfully found a bright place. This kind of caution can only be seen by a veteran who often lurks.

The tall and thin man limped to the end of the alley and knocked on the familiar wooden door three times.

Many of the doors to Bunas's apartment are now covered with iron sheets, and the heavy reverberation of knocking on them makes him, who often robs homes, very annoying.

What about the most basic trust between people? Why use iron to make the door? Isn’t it bad to have wood? Shouldn't this kind of door that opens with a kick always remain?

After a while, the door was pushed open from the inside. The man who opened the door gave up his position, and the three people walked in.

Before closing the door, the last thin man to go in poked his head out to check to make sure no one was outside, and then closed the door.

Surprisingly, there was electric lighting in the room. Such brightness made the three visitors who were accustomed to darkness somewhat uncomfortable.

“You will enjoy it.” The tall and thin man, who was almost entirely covered by a cloak, sneered, and then used a hook to open his hood.

 A face full of scars and an extremely ugly face was revealed, and those weird tattoos made him look a bit scary.

This man is none other than Chumluo, the man who was lucky enough to survive even though he lost a leg and a hand.

His body was as strong as a bear before, but after being wounded twice, he was left with only a tall and thin body.

"I have to be in a state consistent with my status...otherwise what if others doubt me." The owner of the room motioned for the three people to sit down casually: "It's not easy to come all the way, isn't it?"

"It's indeed not easy. Those people are hard to deal with... but we are even harder to deal with." The strong follower sneered, sat down on the comfortable sofa, and stared at the man who greeted them: "Who are you... This room turns out to be Where is the owner?"

 He seemed to be sure that something was wrong with the owner of the room. His hand had already touched his waist, as if he was about to take out a pistol.

 “Huh…” The man shook his head, dismissive and even unwilling to deal with the strong man who was pretending to take out his dick.

Chumro didn’t speak the whole time. He just looked at the high wall of the room where a portrait hung, a portrait of Count Ronin Fisherow.

Without looking back, he said to his men: "Okay! If he has any problems, there will be at least 20 Silver Fox people waiting for us here."

 After finishing speaking, he turned his head, looked at the other party, and introduced himself: "My name is Chumluo! Where is your Excellency?"

After hearing the name Chumluo, the owner of the room was obviously a little uncomfortable, but after a moment, he recovered, but did not introduce himself.

The other party stared at Chumluo nervously, lowered his voice and yelled: "How dare you come here! Do you know that almost everyone here wants your life?" "I know! I will kill him." Chumluo He grinned. He just saw that the man's expression was a little unnatural, and he already had murderous thoughts in his heart. However, there was nothing wrong with the other party's subsequent reaction, so he now confirmed that the other party should really be arranged by Cyric.

"How dare you come back even if I know this?" the man asked bitterly.

"Because... I'm here to kill his daughter." Chumluo replied with overwhelming hatred: "I will kill her, kill Tang Mo, and kill everyone who made me look like this! Hey, hey hey hey !”

 “You have the guts!” The man seemed to be overwhelmed by Chumluo, and he lowered his head and sighed: “Are you the only ones?”

"No! I brought 15 elites this time! Each one was personally selected by me! In order to avoid long nights and long dreams, we will take action tomorrow night." Chumro replied.

　　While talking, the thin man was so unaware that he found the ID of the owner of the room from somewhere.

He walked to Chumluo, handed the ID to Chumluo, and then said with a sinister smile: "This thing is really convenient. It has a name on it and... there is a portrait, exactly the same."

"That's a photo!" the owner of the room reminded the other person with a look of disgust, and then took his ID from Chumluo's hand: "Remember, my name is Marvel now."

"Food is prepared in the kitchen..." Marvell put away his documents and said, "You can have a good rest here."

 “No need, we’ll leave as soon as we get the things.”

 “Okay.” Marvel nodded, then leaned down and lifted up his carpet. Underneath the carpet is an old floor.

  He lifted up a few wooden floorboards that looked the same, revealing a box hidden inside.

"It was delivered yesterday...it had special sealing paint on it...the task was not to open this box in advance, so I never opened it." Marvell said while motioning to two followers to come over and help.

The strong man, the attendant, and the thin man came forward and worked together to lift this special box out.

After seeing the box, Chumluo showed a cruel smile on his face. This box was transported through special channels, but he had packed the things into it himself before.

He grinned, and then carefully checked the sealing paint, and only after making sure that no one had opened it during transportation, he took out the key.

 He ​​used the key to poke open the seal and turned the lock. Inside was a pile of pistols piled messily. These pistols are old, revolvers manufactured by Datang Group. In addition, there appear to be a dozen K2 lever rifles in the box.

Of course, the gaps between these guns were filled with dense bullets. Chumro pulled out a pistol, made an aiming motion, and then handed it to Marvell.

“Thank you for your hard work! Leave the rest to us!” Chumluo said proudly. While he was speaking, the strong man and the thin man had each selected two pistols and started loading bullets.

Marvel took the pistol and began to load Chumro's bullets - after all, it was really not convenient for Chumro to load a revolver with only one hand.

"A dozen or so people just want to break into the Earl's Mansion. Isn't it a bit exaggerated?" Marvell was chatting while loading.

"It doesn't matter, we have a detailed action plan." Chumro is very confident in his action plan: "Now the security forces around the Earl's Palace use pistols, we have long guns, and the firepower is stronger than them. They are Can’t beat us.”

　　Although the K2 lever rifle is not as good as a submachine gun, there is still no problem in bullying opponents who only have short guns. It has higher accuracy and a good rate of fire, and its advantages in close combat are still obvious.

What's more, they calculated mentally but not intentionally. The other party was unprepared and would immediately fall into chaos. Their chance of success was still very high.

In the past, it was difficult to attack the Earl's Mansion because soldiers and police were not separated. The soldiers stationed at the Earl's Mansion were serious soldiers. The enemy had strong firepower, so it was naturally not easy to attack.

 But now, the regular troops in Beiling are no longer stationed in the city, and all security work in the Earl's Mansion has been changed to the security forces. They are only equipped with pistols, and their firepower has obviously been greatly weakened.

　　"Operation tomorrow night?..." The voice that spoke was Marvell's.

"Hmm...we will dress up as delivery people...and start at the back door...setting fire while taking advantage of the chaos." Chumro answered.

 Then, there was the heavy sound of moving boxes.

 These sounds could also be faintly heard in another room separated by a wall. Dozens of men carrying Thompson submachine guns stood there without saying a word with stern expressions.

The man in charge leaned against the wall that was deliberately made thin and heard the conversation on the other side clearly.

 However, they did not take any action until Chumluo and others left with the box and carriage.

 (End of this chapter)